"I--yeah," John croaked, hurriedly grabbing a stack of paper napkins and dropping it in the pool of stout on the bar without really looking at it. "No shit. Christ. Kit." He shook his head impatiently, knowing he was acting a damn fool and trying desperately to get his wits about him.
"Why...what're you doing here? How'd you find me?" Then he cursed inwardly; it made it sound as though he'd been hiding from her, which was rubbish, and also brought the alarming thought to mind, Fuck, did Adam call her here? Why else would she...? How...?
He drew a deep breath and ran both hands through his hair, forcing himself calm, for the moment. "Jesus. Sorry. I just wasn't--well, it is a surprise. Not a bad one, though." He swallowed, hard, very nearly praying he hadn't brought something terrible down on her head in Belfast and then lost the memory of it. Or worse, maybe--patched things up somehow and forgotten. "How...how are you?"
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Date: 2007-01-27 05:54 am (UTC)"Why...what're you doing here? How'd you find me?" Then he cursed inwardly; it made it sound as though he'd been hiding from her, which was rubbish, and also brought the alarming thought to mind, Fuck, did Adam call her here? Why else would she...? How...?
He drew a deep breath and ran both hands through his hair, forcing himself calm, for the moment. "Jesus. Sorry. I just wasn't--well, it is a surprise. Not a bad one, though." He swallowed, hard, very nearly praying he hadn't brought something terrible down on her head in Belfast and then lost the memory of it. Or worse, maybe--patched things up somehow and forgotten. "How...how are you?"